âSo many...â The youth murmured, sliding the farm door in place with a sigh of relief. It was another day in this twisted place having to flee for her life from angered mobs of people, but at least she found a place to rest for the night. It was most certainly a lucky turn of events, so she took solace in the fact it happened at all. Any longer in the city itself and sheâd perish.Â
The Servant looked around, relieved perk of a smile dimming when she saw the animals around her. They all looked sickly, at best! Hurriedly she went to check stock, frowning at the realization that was creeping in. Up the ladder she went to check outside discreetly, indeed surmising the obvious. Crops were poor and, thanks to that, the farmer likely couldnât afford fresh feed for the animals...
Gaze looked skywards, making sure the sky was dark and, indeed, that mirrored reality above was nowhere in sight thanks to it. Hurriedly she left the cover and safety of a building out into the near barren crops of the field, gaze looking âround once more before she set to work.
Voice hummed, golden light shimmering in her hands before magic took form of a guitar. Notes strummed, resonating as her voice carried through the chill air of the night. Light shimmered from her form, taking root in the dirt below as one would be forgiven for mistaking the crops as joining in on the song. Dirt stirred, once dry foliage flourishing green as life was poured into the very earth itself and it returned with earnest.Â
The Servant played and the Earth listened. Where once she stood alone, now she was nearly entirely obscured with thick vegetation all around. Vegetables plump and ripe for the picking all around as her voice began to lower and guitar of energy dissipate in her grasp.
It was only then that she realized someone was behind her, making the woman yelp and spin around at the presence. The young man jumped as well, clearly startled by her sudden movement.
âAh, Iâm sorry!â She exclaimed, waving hands wildly in worry for getting trouble for her actions, or worse, get another mob called upon her.
âSorry?â the farmer asked, look around at the vibrant life around them, âI should be thanking you! I was worried how weâd pay for the farm this month!âÂ
It was strange. Of course someone would be happy to see their plant-life thriving, but everyone else was so hostile that it took her a moment to register the other was, in fact, being kind to her. The Servant laughed, a mix of embarrassment and nerves.
âWell, Iâm just happy to help..â She admitted, already turning to leave before a hand took her own, practically tugging her along toward the house proper of the farm.
âNow donât give me that! You clearly donât have a place to stay so youâre gonna be getting a good meal and some shut-eye here.â He affirmed, leaving her much to culture-shocked after her time in the city proper to do little more than be confused up the patio steps and into the home itself!
